After brunch, I biked to Starbucks and then found myself wandering through Whole Foods—ibook in tow tucked securely in my messenger bag, aluminum water bottle hanging by a carabiner. I picked up a vegan, raw, organic kale salad sprinkled with Chia seeds for dinner and sampled a gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free mini cupcake that tasted like crap (but they were selling it for a lot of money, so it must be healthy).
It wasn’t until I hit the refrigerated juice section and reached for the POM that it happened. A giant tear of joy rolled down my cheek to my Toms. I realized I had finally become what I had aspired to be—“Stuff White People Like”. To celebrate, I also picked up some Fancy French cheese and a bottle of eco-friendly wine. I can’t pronounce the name of either one, but a white person in the store recommended them so I bet they’re pretty good (and they were selling it for a lot of money, so it must be healthy).
